[Chorus]
I said, baby, it ain't gonna suck itself
Virgin Records, it ain't gonna suck itself
I said, baby, it ain't gonna suck itself
What 'chew waitin' for? it ain't gonna suck itself
[Verse 1]
Well, I flew out from Virginia on the very first day
I heard my record company exercise my pay to play
Went to see Mr. Lott, but his assistant said no
"Security will escort you to the parking lot"
It was 102 degrees, I was feeling kind of hot
So I walked across the street for one of those Mexican frozen popsicles
Couldn't buy just one, so I bought myself a box
When I come back, the assistant, she's standing in the parking lot
No hard feelings, do you want one of these?
But she looks at me like I was speaking Chinese
The security man walks up, he helps himself to one
Coincidently Chinese and hot from standing in the sun
Then he helps himself to another, he puts it in her hand
But she looks at it like it was a piece of crap
Or a dead and dying bird, she didn't understand
So I was just trying to be helpful when I said
[Chorus]
Baby, it ain't gonna suck itself
Oh Virgin Records, it ain't gonna suck itself
I beg to differ cousin, it should be
"It ain't gonna lick itself"
Okay, we'll try it that way
It ain't gonna lick itself
[Verse 2]
Well, I'm standing in the parking lot waiting on my ride
His name is Jackson Haring and he's still inside
He went in through the mailroom for some record company swag
But this is Virgin Records, there ain't shit to be had
And the halls, they was empty 'cause everyone was laid off
And he took a wrong turn, ends up in the tape vault
Only one thing to do when you're standin' face to face
With the Sticky Fingers, Let It Bleed master tapes
You got to stick them in the satchel and head on down the hall
Sayin, "These will go nicely with that Resident's eyeball"
Many years ago while working for Bill Graham Presents
A prop eyeball was stolen backstage from The Residents
And the rumor went around that Jackson was the thief
But that's neither here nor there, now we're sittin' in the jeep
Looking at the Sticky Fingers master tapes
My popsicle's drippin' on the seat so I throw it out the window
And it lands at the feet of Roy Lott
[Chorus]
Hey Roy, it ain't gonna suck itself
Ah Virgin Records, it ain't gonna suck itself
And one time for the ladies, It ain't gonna lick itself (Alright, ladies)
Oh Virgin Records, it ain't gonna suck itself
[Guitar Solo]
[Chorus]
Baby, it ain't gonna suck itself
Everyone at Virgin Records, it ain't gonna suck itself
One for the ladies, it ain't gonna lick itself (Mhm)
What 'chew waitin' for? It ain't gonna suck itself
Mr. Lott, it ain't gonna suck itself
Everyone on Foothill Road, it ain't gonna suck itself
Just so we're totally not sexist, it ain't gonna lick itself (What's wrong with being insensitive?)
Virgin Records, it ain't gonna suck itself